What Ella describes is what I am absolutely terrified of.
OK, I'm more freaked out about the pregnancy and giving birth thing - I am *very* private and *very* squeamish - but there is a time limit on that stuff.
I confess, I think parenting is bloody hard work, and I don't know if I want to give up our easier lifestyle to raise children. The Trouser has expressed an interest in being the stay-at-home parent in our relationship - but I dunno if I'd be ok with missing out on all that stuff either.
We're not planning on kids - we're both still undecided, and at 27 we have a fair whack of time to decide. But a good friend of mine is pregnant, and it certainly makes me think.
About how adoption would be less scary, mostly.
(Oh, and about what I can knit for the baby - but also for my friend, because she's doing all the hard work, y'see. So far I've got a baby blanket and a wrap on the go for her, and plans for some cute booties and a hat.)
So anyway, enough about me.
Today, extra-big, fat, warm and squishy fuzzies to people who go the whole nine yards and have kids, and then sacrifice their careers and independence to raise them. You're the rockstars in my book.